The world looks on into my window
With tired eyes, quite dusty and shy.
I'm up here on my cloud.
I see you coming, but you just go on by.
Still, it doesn't hurt anymore.
No, it doesn't hurt anymore
And everything stays calm and no storms come over me when I see you.

It's over. Bye-bye, June moon.

I've waited for two thousand hours.
I've counted and cursed them all.
I've drunken, smoked, and prayed.
I've searched for you up and down the riverside.